Chapter 33: I hate you
Ashley spun around, and there stood Lorenzo, calm and composed as ever.
But something was different. He seemed more serious than usual—perhaps even sad. For a brief moment, she wanted to ask if he was okay but immediately pushed the thought aside. She didn't see why she should be concerned about him. Plus she still remembered throwing him out some hours ago.
What was he still doing here, anyway?
"Why did you come back, Mr. Grey?" she asked, her voice sharper than intended.
His smile was off, and there was something troubled in his eyes. "Ashley, I'm..."
Sensing an apology coming, she cut him off. "Look, I'm not in the mood for whatever drama is going on between you and Christian. Just leave me out of it."
Without waiting for a response to the question she'd asked earlier, she turned and continued toward her car. But Lorenzo followed.
"Ashley, please, just hear me out," he pleaded.
She ignored him, climbed into the car, and signaled a frowning Greg to drive.
As they pulled away, she watched through the window as Lorenzo ran a frustrated hand through his hair before getting into his own car.
To her surprise, he started following them.